Birthday ficlet :)
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enableloveTitle: Morning Time is Make-Out Time
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hd_obsession
Rating: PG
Warnings: Unapologetic Schmoop.
Word Count: 959
Summary: Kissing. Kissing is good. Maybe something about rare occasions of sleeping in and spending the morning in bed together.
Disclaimer: These gorgeous boys aren’t mine, no matter how much I wish they were. They belong to themselvesand each other and this isn’t true, probably.
A/N: This is for the fabulousbenitle’s birthday. She said I'm good with any kind of schmoop, fluff, you name it. Kissing. Kissing is good. Maybe something about rare occasions of sleeping in and spending the morning in bed together. So that’s what you get babe. Hope you like it! This is the first time in a while that I've gotten fic done on time \0/ haha lucky you ;)
Warmth.
That is the first thing that goes through Jensen’s sleep addled mind as he struggles to wake up and clear the foggy remnants of his Jared-filled dream. Waking up to the real thing is infinitely better.
Jensen opens his eyes and blinks rapidly trying to clear the sleepy haze, not that it helps much as he’s not wearing his contacts or his glasses. He is wrapped in Jared’s arms, his back against Jared’s sleep-warm skin, snug and safe and comfortable. The man just radiates heat and in the cold December air of Vancouver, Jensen is glad to have his own personal furnace. Usually he would bitch about being the ‘little spoon,’ but as long he’s warm and comfortable, he could care less right now.
He glances over his shoulder to see if Jared is awake and is pleased to note that he is still sleeping. It’s a rare occurrence that Jared is asleep while Jensen is awake because it’s almost always the opposite. Jensen loves watching Jared sleep and never gets a chance to just stop and stare because Jared? He’s like a little kid, always waking up really early, hyper and happy. Plus, they frequently have early morning shooting times scheduled so even if Jensen gets up first, he doesn’t get the chance to look his fill at his sleeping boyfriend. But today, thankfully, is the first day of a week of holidays and Jensen is going to make the most of it.
Jensen gently shifts and turns around in Jared’s arms in order to view that gorgeous face a bit more clearly. He stills, hoping Jared doesn’t wake up because of the slight movement, but Jared only tightens his arms around Jensen, snuggling a little bit more.
Jensen looks up at Jared’s face, still in awe of being in Jared’s arms, finally being able to stare and look however much he wants, after two years of pining and confusion. But it’s definitely been worth it.
He catalogues every mole, every freckle (that Jared denies he has), every fine line, memorizing Jared’s face. Jared looks so innocent when he’s asleep, mostly because Jared’s striking hazel eyes, often shining with mischief, are closed. His hair is disheveled, up in every which way and his lips are curved in a soft smile.
Jared must notice him staring because his eyes start to flutter open, finally focusing on Jensen.
“Like what you see?” he asks, amusement coloring his raspy, sexy, sleep ridden voice.
“Mmmm…maybe,” Jensen answers.
Jared leans down and places a chaste kiss on Jensen’s lips. Jensen welcomes the innocent gesture even as he unconsciously wrinkles his nose.
“I know, I know. C’mon, let’s brush real fast, then we can come back to bed and just stay here,” Jared says, rolling his eyes but with a smile on his face.
Jared lifts the heavy comforter off them and Jensen shivers with the gust of the not so warm air outside the cocoon he was in. He almost says screw brushing their teeth and just getting back under the comforter, but as much as he loves Jared, their combined morning breath is not fun.
Jared pulls at his wrist and Jensen climbs off the bed, both of them clad only in pajama bottoms, following Jared into their bathroom. They stand at their respective sink and brush their teeth and wash their face, glancing at each other occasionally in the mirror with a smile. Once they’ve both dried their faces, Jensen leads Jared back to bed and pulls the comforter over them both, tangling their slightly chilled feet together.
Jensen’s hands move to Jared’s hair while Jared’s move to his shoulders and his nape. They both lean in and their mouths meet in a kiss. Soft. Gentle. They exchange the kinds of kisses that don’t really lead anywhere, kisses that are long and languid and filled with love.
Jensen opens his mouth a bit more and welcomes Jared’s tongue in. Their tongues lock and curl around each other, teasing each other without making the kiss foreplay. Neither of them battle for dominance, instead they just intertwine their tongues, massaging and twisting. Jensen runs his fingers through Jared’s soft, very shaggy, mane while Jared softly caresses his shoulders.
Jared licks and nibbles on Jensen’s bottom lip, making it appear more pouty then normal. He leans back a bit to admire his handiwork most likely and Jensen licks his lips, Jared unconsciously mirroring him. Jensen pulls him forward again and licks Jared’s lips with the tip of his tongue and then sighing a bit, letting out a huff of air and making Jared’s lips tingle in the way he knows Jared likes.
Jensen nips and nibbles his way to Jared’s neck and collarbone and Jared tilts his head a little to provide easier access. He sucks and bites, marking the light golden skin with red and purple. He loves the small bruises; proof that Jared is taken, that Jared is his. He knows Jared enjoys it just as much as he does if the moans and hitched breaths are anything to go by. Jared loves marking up Jensen’s paler skin too, both of them liking the fact that the bruises are a silent ‘hands-off’ sign.
Jared pulls him back up after he’s left a couple hickeys, kissing him again deeply and passionately, but still not with enough ferocity to lead anywhere. They have all day to do whatever they want, but right now they are both content to just kiss, that being more than enough as they haven’t had a chance to properly make out in who knows how long.
Jensen continues to kiss Jared, going back to the relaxed, slow, lazy kisses. The type of kisses that mean comfort. Love. Affection. Home.
Comments are ♥ people!!!
Author:
hd_obsessionRating: PG
Warnings: Unapologetic Schmoop.
Word Count: 959
Summary: Kissing. Kissing is good. Maybe something about rare occasions of sleeping in and spending the morning in bed together.
Disclaimer: These gorgeous boys aren’t mine, no matter how much I wish they were. They belong to themselves
A/N: This is for the fabulous
benitle’s birthday. She said I'm good with any kind of schmoop, fluff, you name it. Kissing. Kissing is good. Maybe something about rare occasions of sleeping in and spending the morning in bed together. So that’s what you get babe. Hope you like it! This is the first time in a while that I've gotten fic done on time \0/ haha lucky you ;)Warmth.
That is the first thing that goes through Jensen’s sleep addled mind as he struggles to wake up and clear the foggy remnants of his Jared-filled dream. Waking up to the real thing is infinitely better.
Jensen opens his eyes and blinks rapidly trying to clear the sleepy haze, not that it helps much as he’s not wearing his contacts or his glasses. He is wrapped in Jared’s arms, his back against Jared’s sleep-warm skin, snug and safe and comfortable. The man just radiates heat and in the cold December air of Vancouver, Jensen is glad to have his own personal furnace. Usually he would bitch about being the ‘little spoon,’ but as long he’s warm and comfortable, he could care less right now.
He glances over his shoulder to see if Jared is awake and is pleased to note that he is still sleeping. It’s a rare occurrence that Jared is asleep while Jensen is awake because it’s almost always the opposite. Jensen loves watching Jared sleep and never gets a chance to just stop and stare because Jared? He’s like a little kid, always waking up really early, hyper and happy. Plus, they frequently have early morning shooting times scheduled so even if Jensen gets up first, he doesn’t get the chance to look his fill at his sleeping boyfriend. But today, thankfully, is the first day of a week of holidays and Jensen is going to make the most of it.
Jensen gently shifts and turns around in Jared’s arms in order to view that gorgeous face a bit more clearly. He stills, hoping Jared doesn’t wake up because of the slight movement, but Jared only tightens his arms around Jensen, snuggling a little bit more.
Jensen looks up at Jared’s face, still in awe of being in Jared’s arms, finally being able to stare and look however much he wants, after two years of pining and confusion. But it’s definitely been worth it.
He catalogues every mole, every freckle (that Jared denies he has), every fine line, memorizing Jared’s face. Jared looks so innocent when he’s asleep, mostly because Jared’s striking hazel eyes, often shining with mischief, are closed. His hair is disheveled, up in every which way and his lips are curved in a soft smile.
Jared must notice him staring because his eyes start to flutter open, finally focusing on Jensen.
“Like what you see?” he asks, amusement coloring his raspy, sexy, sleep ridden voice.
“Mmmm…maybe,” Jensen answers.
Jared leans down and places a chaste kiss on Jensen’s lips. Jensen welcomes the innocent gesture even as he unconsciously wrinkles his nose.
“I know, I know. C’mon, let’s brush real fast, then we can come back to bed and just stay here,” Jared says, rolling his eyes but with a smile on his face.
Jared lifts the heavy comforter off them and Jensen shivers with the gust of the not so warm air outside the cocoon he was in. He almost says screw brushing their teeth and just getting back under the comforter, but as much as he loves Jared, their combined morning breath is not fun.
Jared pulls at his wrist and Jensen climbs off the bed, both of them clad only in pajama bottoms, following Jared into their bathroom. They stand at their respective sink and brush their teeth and wash their face, glancing at each other occasionally in the mirror with a smile. Once they’ve both dried their faces, Jensen leads Jared back to bed and pulls the comforter over them both, tangling their slightly chilled feet together.
Jensen’s hands move to Jared’s hair while Jared’s move to his shoulders and his nape. They both lean in and their mouths meet in a kiss. Soft. Gentle. They exchange the kinds of kisses that don’t really lead anywhere, kisses that are long and languid and filled with love.
Jensen opens his mouth a bit more and welcomes Jared’s tongue in. Their tongues lock and curl around each other, teasing each other without making the kiss foreplay. Neither of them battle for dominance, instead they just intertwine their tongues, massaging and twisting. Jensen runs his fingers through Jared’s soft, very shaggy, mane while Jared softly caresses his shoulders.
Jared licks and nibbles on Jensen’s bottom lip, making it appear more pouty then normal. He leans back a bit to admire his handiwork most likely and Jensen licks his lips, Jared unconsciously mirroring him. Jensen pulls him forward again and licks Jared’s lips with the tip of his tongue and then sighing a bit, letting out a huff of air and making Jared’s lips tingle in the way he knows Jared likes.
Jensen nips and nibbles his way to Jared’s neck and collarbone and Jared tilts his head a little to provide easier access. He sucks and bites, marking the light golden skin with red and purple. He loves the small bruises; proof that Jared is taken, that Jared is his. He knows Jared enjoys it just as much as he does if the moans and hitched breaths are anything to go by. Jared loves marking up Jensen’s paler skin too, both of them liking the fact that the bruises are a silent ‘hands-off’ sign.
Jared pulls him back up after he’s left a couple hickeys, kissing him again deeply and passionately, but still not with enough ferocity to lead anywhere. They have all day to do whatever they want, but right now they are both content to just kiss, that being more than enough as they haven’t had a chance to properly make out in who knows how long.
Jensen continues to kiss Jared, going back to the relaxed, slow, lazy kisses. The type of kisses that mean comfort. Love. Affection. Home.
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